Chapter 698 Hundred Heads and Hundred Arms

   "What...what are these?"

  The demon hunter took a deep breath. He tried to prevent himself from being captured by the fear in front of him, but the hand that clenched the hammer was still shaking slightly.

  The evil voice became clear at this moment. It was not an obscure language, nor a sly singing, it was just a hoarse and monotonous breathing.

The soul-returning corpses were squeezing each other, struggling to walk out of the gap, staggering and spreading black mist. They were dead corpses, but at this moment their chests were struggling to agitate, sticking together. The trachea opened up, so that the turbid and hot air was immersed in it again.

  They are breathing, breathing in big mouths, like drowning people, greedily enjoying the honey-like air.

  As fresh air poured into the old lungs, they seemed to come back to life again, and the forbidden blood surged in the body, reaching the limit.

  Beneath the gray skin, scarlet trails bloomed, and bursts of white fireworks ignited between the wounds on the body, and they whimpered until they were completely wrapped in flames, like marching out of the cemetery.

  "Father..."

  The words of the demon hunter were filled with fear, and he could clearly feel the erosion of the soul-returning corpses. The intensity was so high that it was no doubt with the out-of-control demon hunter.

  Or rather...they are demon hunters.

  The **** and dark history of the Demon Hunter Group showed a faint corner in their eyes at this moment, and their eyes fell on Anthony, hoping that he could say and do something to stabilize the mind of the Demon Hunter.

  Anthony remained silent, and he himself was deeply shocked.

  There are so many demon hunters who have come back to life, they should have been forgotten forever, but now they have dug their graves and walked into the sun again.

  A storm of erosion is rolled up in the enclosed hall, which entrains the high temperature, and almost pulls away and swallows the souls under people's shells.

   "Keep the gate of heaven."

  Anthony slowly raised the nail sword, looking ahead, his voice was beyond doubt.

  The demon hunters seemed a little hesitant, but they still held the blade, and then another roar sounded, Anthony's eyes rolled with blazing whiteness, and the flames were almost dazzling.

   "No matter who the opponent is! Keep the gate of heaven."

  The voice squeezed out from between Anthony's teeth, his face was disgusting, and the scars on his face seemed to come alive, like a ferocious centipede, crawling on his body.

   Anthony strode forward, hot flames attached to the blade, he passed the other demon hunters and took the lead.

   "Hold here!"

  I don’t know who made the first roar, and then more roars rang out, like hungry wolves, they couldn’t wait to tear the enemy to pieces.

  The demon hunter was enveloped by the roar. He lowered his head slightly and saw his reflection in a pool of blood.

  He is not stupid. He also believes that other people are not stupid. Anthony’s **** can't motivate them at all, nor can they persuade them to die.

  If you don’t move forward, what should you do? Escape?

  The demon hunter was in a trance. If he escapes, where can he escape?

  He is a demon hunter and a believer in the Gospel Church. This is the holy city in his mind. Now the holy city is being burned by fire. Apart from this, where else can he be accepted?

  What's more, do you really have the courage to give up your responsibilities?

  From the day he became a demon hunter, he knew very well that he would not have a good death. Then, he had the courage to face death, how could he retreat at this moment?

  The Demon Hunter clenched the hammer in his hand again. He suddenly understood that he was not in deep fear. He just needed a little time to think and calm down.

  He has the courage to face death, but he does not have the courage to face the torture caused by escape.

   "Hold here..."

  The witcher whispered, it was like a spell. He swung his hammer and slammed it forward.

  Everything in the night of Shenglin overlaps with reality a little bit, as if time has been messed up at this moment, taking the miserable night from the shadow of history and stage it again.

Anthony was under great pressure and fought against the soul-returning corpses. The opponent was a demon hunter who had come back to life, and he himself was blessed by the unspeakable. The secret blood became more and more hot, like molten iron. .

  To kill such a powerful enemy, the witch hunters must step into the darkness together, incarnate as abominable monsters.

  Anthony was hesitant. Such behavior is undoubtedly dying, and he does not know whether stepping into the darkness can bring a slight change to this desperate battle.

  The words of the new pope echoed in his ears. Anthony tried not to think about it anymore, but the picture still flashed before his eyes.

   "Under the crown... Have you died in the battle?"

He whispered in a voice that no one else could hear, and then drew out the nail sword, and cut off the arm of the soul corpse fiercely. The scarlet silk thread rolled in the air, connecting the body and the broken limbs, both When it was about to heal, a stream of fire passed by and burned it.

  The demon hunter swung the hammer and, in line with Anthony's offensive, smashed the head of the soul corpse, raised his foot to smash its breastbone, and kicked it into the dark gap.

  Everything is terrible right now, the only thing to be thankful for is that the soul-returning corpses, like the demons, have no mind at all, but just arrogant beasts.

"do you need?"

  The witcher wielded the hammer again and yelled at Anthony. His words were not clear, but Anthony knew what he was asking.

  Whether you need to step into the darkness.

Once the secret blood is out of control, the demon hunters will definitely get a strong increase, but this is also destined to be demonized, and these reliable combat powers will be destroyed at the moment, even if they can kill all the souls, then who Come to kill the out-of-control demon hunters?

  Reinforcements?

  This thought flashed through Anthony's mind, and he immediately abandoned it.

  Anthony never expects any reinforcements. He believes only in himself and what he holds in his hands. This is the battle of the Demon Squad, and only the Demon Squad can rely on themselves.

   "No, there is no need! There is no need to kill them all and drive them back!"

   Anthony yelled. He didn't know how many bloodthirsty soul-returning corpses still existed under this pitch-black gap. Now all of his combat power was consumed here, just turning all this into a futile death fight.

  They need to save their strength and wait for the turn of the battle.

  Hearing such instructions, other people also changed their offensive. Instead of slashing wildly, they tried to repel the soul corpses. Others continued to push the remains of the stone pillars, trying to plug the gap.

  Everything seemed to be under control again, and there was a little joy in Anthony's heart.

  Yes, this is another holy night. Anthony has already experienced such a night. Just follow that night.

   drove these soul-returning corpses back to the Silent Temple, blocking the gate of the Kingdom of Heaven, and turning the Silent Temple into a place of death, where the final dispute began.

"continue!"

   Anthony raised his sword and shouted, completely unaware of the danger of the attack.

  A fiery wave of air rose, and the darkness under the gap rose to a starting point of ignition, and then the flame was released to its maximum, like an erupting volcano, erupting and overflowing.

The entire Saint Nalo Cathedral was plunged into the earthquake, rubble and dust splashed, the gate of heaven also burst out more cracks in the violent shaking, and light was shining under the cracks, followed by blazing flames from the cracks. Overflow, vent from the gap.

  The demon hunters who guarded the gate of heaven were thrown up and repelled one after another, even the soul-returning corpses who fought with them were like this, smashing on the ground fiercely, leaving gray marks.

  Anthony fell to the ground, and under the violent impact, the world in his eyes turned around. He struggled to get up and saw the blazing fire behind the door.

  It seems that the kingdom of heaven behind the door is also caught in the same flames of war, and it seems that there is a flame demon coming out of hell.

   There was a violent crash sound behind the gate of heaven, and the cracks on it became bigger and bigger. After another heavy hammer, the bricks collapsed, and the reliefs of the demons and angels shattered together, revealing endless flames.

   "Be broken by..."

Someone looked at all of this in horror, and in the flames, a distorted and abominable body was burning in flames. It stretched out its twisted arms and shattered the remains of the gate of heaven. It was a deformed and weird body, finished. Show it out completely.

   Anthony stared at the monster in the fire. He only felt his stomach tumbling, almost vomiting out.

It is a weird that ordinary people can hardly imagine. The bloated and huge body is like a ball of flesh. The flesh ball is covered with blue blood vessels and swollen abscesses. The twisted feet support this body with great effort. On both sides, there are countless, slender and jagged arms.

  There are hundreds of arms. It is difficult to support this bloated body with only the fragile feet, so the hundred arms spread out, supporting the ground, grabbing the walls, almost filling up the entire space.

  The head of this monster is a large group of flames, as if a raging flame is held on its neck.

  Wait a minute, it's not a blazing sun.

   Anthony saw it. In the swaying whiteness, he saw the faint head, the human head, and the countless heads.

It's like a crazy doctor who uses corpses to stitch together. Countless heads are entangled together. They form a huge furnace. The blazing fire overflows from their mouths, noses and eye sockets, burning at the same time. Shocking wailing.

  The wailing sounds overlapped, echoing and impacting.

  Everyone was stunned, until a stream of fire broke out and hit a hundred monsters. The stream of fire did not have much impact on the hundred monsters, and it was impossible to even shake it.

It waved its hand, emitting countless red silk threads, falling on the fallen soul-returning corpse, like a puppet, lifting the fallen corpse again, and lifting the corpses high. The hand stretched out and the sharp claw easily cut off the head of the corpse. Before it fell, another hand grabbed the head and stuffed it into the burning sun.

The same is true for the hands of the corpse. It is like a broken machine, with useful parts removed. The red silk thread stitched the hands into the hands, pressing the useless torso on the swollen body, and then the corpse began to Little by little it penetrated into the swollen body, as if being eaten.

  It devours greedily, not only returning the soul corpse, but even the corpse of the demon, the corpse of the demon hunter, and the corpse of the Templar knight.

   Continuously cutting, stitching, and swallowing.

   "Stop it!"

  The demon hunter roared and rushed up with the hammer in his hand.

  Hundreds of demons have given everyone irresistible pressure, and now it has not completely crawled out from behind the door, this is the last chance for the demon hunters to drive it back into the stagnant temple.

  The secret blood is rising, rising toward the higher dome.

  The demon hunter felt that now is the moment, the time to devote everything.

  The secret blood broke through the threshold, and the power beyond common sense was blessed on his body, and the fire on his body became more and more fierce, and he was like a burning meteor.

Hundred arms fell down with a sharp blade, trying to hinder his advancement, but before he could touch the demon hunter, he was crushed by the rising high temperature. He dodged and advanced, and hit the slenderness of the Hundred Demon with a hammer. Fragile knees.

  The bones shattered, the whole leg bends strangely, and then the bloated body fell uncontrollably, but before it fell completely, the hundred arms supported the ground, making it rebalanced.

   Then more arms fell with sharp blades, they came from all directions, cutting off all the room for the demon hunter to escape.

  He is dead, his power is not the outstanding defense Medanzo, or the undead Yanar, he is just a fire, hard to extinguish.

  The sharp blade, like a rain of arrows, penetrated the demon hunter's body, broke through the shackles of flesh and blood, and then nailed it into the ground under his feet.

Under Anthony’s gaze, the Demon Hunter slowly loosened the blood-stained hammer. It hit the ground with a crisp sound. Anthony wanted to say something, but found himself dumb, saying everything. Not export.

  Slowly looking upward, he saw the Demon Hunter, and the Demon Hunter also saw it, and then a smile appeared on his embarrassed face.

  Rise, keep rising, breaking through all obstacles.

The blade tried to divide the demon hunter's body and took off his head and arms, but suddenly they all broke, and then more blades and arms broke, and a lot of blood erupted, mixed with dust-like pieces of meat. .

  The burning hundred eyes looked down, only to see another demon showing its minions at it.

   "Such a heavy injury, the demon hunter may die... but the demon will not."

  His voice became distorted and hoarse, and the overheated secret blood demonized him, and the sharp pointed claws pierced the skin, like a sharp blade growing and extending from the bones.

   Furiously rolling, the demon hunter jumped high, just like cutting a weed, cutting off all the arms that blocked him.

The cold metal also joined the battle at this moment, the nail sword surrounded it, and the other foot of the hundred monsters was also cut off. When they hit hard, they broke.

  The body began to lean back, almost falling into the darkness here.

But as if unwilling to die, scarlet silk thread overflowed from the wound, like swallowing spider silk, wrapping the surroundings in a scarlet color, stabilizing the figure, but then a nail sword penetrated into the blazing sun. .

  Anthony held the nail sword tightly, facing the hundreds of sharp blades that were galloping forward, with a ferocious expression.

  (End of this chapter)